Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Television,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.